Flow State
It’s nine AM, my work begins,
A clear direction, where to go,
I concentrate, I take it all in,
And so I start, without a stop.
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It's ten AM, no time to breathe,
A single focus, reach my goal,
And so I write, it is a breeze,
My laptop, me, we are one.
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In my head variables fly,
Functions appear out of thin air,
All the fluff is just gone by,
All my issues disappear,
Just look ahead, I am almost there.
What is that? A fly?
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Disaster struck, where is my flow?
What was I doing, where am I?
All the variables, are they gone?
What was I doing, where am I?
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The fly flew on, where is my flow?
What was I doing, where am I?
I have a test, somewhere I think?
What was I doing, where am I?
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The clean begins,
All those small things,
That felt redundant,
Tests, refactor, clean.
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They keep me grounded,
Like an anchor,
They get me back in.
